MM Racing Chapter 432 You Forced Me to Do This
Chapter 432 You Forced Me to Do This
"Bang."
Chen You placed the thermos on the table with a light touch.
Horn and Sanshui were trembling under the table.
Lin Miao took two steps back, ready to draw her sword at any moment.
Tens of thousands of eyes in the audience were fixed on the judges' panel.
Sander's two-meter-tall frame resembled a mountain of flesh, his overalls stretched taut by his bulging muscles as if they were about to burst.
The basketball in her hand was already deformed from being squeezed, making a harsh screech of leather scraping.
"Speak!" Sander took a step forward, his violent pressure sweeping across the entire judges' panel.
The solid wood table cracked open with a snap.
Chen You sat in the chair, his face maintaining a detached indifference as if he had seen through the world's illusions.
He slowly stood up.
There was no retreat, no fear.
Chen You stared directly into Sander's bloodshot eyes, his gaze devoid of any panic, only filled with deep, disappointed disappointment.
"You've disappointed me so much," Chen You said, his voice filled with a sense of disappointment and regret.
Sander was stunned.
She originally thought Chen You would beg for forgiveness, make excuses, and frantically give her a replacement trophy.
"I... what's wrong with me?" Sander's momentum subconsciously weakened by three points, and he even loosened his grip on the basketball a little.
Chen You walked around the cracked table and to the edge of the stage.
"You think I don't want you to perform? You think I don't know you've been practicing your 'singing, dancing, rapping, and basketball' routine? You think I don't know your facial expressions are already at their peak?!"
The three soul-searching questions left Sander completely bewildered.
"Then, then why did you..." Sander's momentum inexplicably weakened by three points.
"Because this stage is not worthy of your performance!" Chen You waved his hand and pointed to the stage, which was a mess.
"It's tainted! It's been corrupted by that filthy capital, by those mediocre talents with no artistic integrity!"
He took a deep breath and looked at Sander with a pained expression: "James Sander, tell me, what is art?"
Sander opened his mouth, his mind a complete mess: "Is it... is it a singing, dancing, rapping, and basketball game?"
"That's right!" Chen You slapped his thigh suddenly, his voice rising abruptly.
"It's a pinnacle collision of ancestral combat techniques and modern aesthetics! It's your sonic vibration! It's your Iron Mountain Lean!"
Sander's eyes welled up with tears.
"If you had stepped in just now, what would have happened?" Chen You asked, slowing his pace.
"They'll think you're an oddball, and they'll use their shallow understanding to laugh at your art."
"Your appearance as the Great Demon King will only make things a laughing stock!"
Sander gasped.
She imagined the scene: if she gave her all in her performance but was met with boos from the audience, she would definitely break down on the spot.
"So, I stopped you." Chen You closed his eyes, squeezing out a non-existent tear from the corner of his eye.
"I'd rather bear your wrath, I'd rather carry the stigma of being a liar, than not protect you."
"I want to protect your pure artistic soul from being tainted by this corrupt stage!"
The entire room fell silent.
Horn and Sanshui peeked out from under the table, looking at Chen You's back with eyes full of awe.
Is this the mindset of an acting city lord?
They portray the inside story in such a refreshing and elegant way, and their cowardice in such a righteous and awe-inspiring manner.
Lin Miao was completely flustered on stage.
She finally understood why Zhang Yunhai, the tactical team leader, had repeatedly told her before they set off that she must listen to Chen You in the Origin Realm.
That kind of verbal persuasion can bring the dead back to life!
The basketball in Sander's hand fell to the ground with a "thud".
She seemed to have grasped something.
but……
She felt her mind was in a mess.
"But must my art be confined to the city lord's mansion for my own solitary enjoyment?"
"Of course not."
"Hidden Star City is too small." Chen You's gaze passed over Sander and looked at the distant night sky. "It can't contain your talent."
"A true demon king never reigns supreme in a small town."
Sander's breathing became heavy.
"I'm going to take you on a tour of the entire Origin Realm!" Chen You said, each word deliberate and resolute.
"We're going to Storm's End, to Three Kingdoms City, to the City of Gods! We're going to bring your 'Singing, Dancing, Rap Basketball' to all players and NPCs across the server!"
"We'll use your iron-clad stance to shatter their established aesthetic barriers!"
"Establish a new order for art across the entire server!"
Sander's blood boiled instantly.
What is Zangxing City? What is a talent show champion?
What she wants is the submission of the entire Origin Realm!
"fart!"
A sharp, angry roar suddenly came from the backstage area.
Immediately afterwards, a group of strangely shaped NPCs stormed onto the stage.
Leading the group was none other than the fish-woman Popo, who had an innocent-looking face but was skilled at using the Roar of Death.
Following her were a slime covered in slime, a centaur uncle wearing fishnet stockings, and all the NPC players who had just received a score of 0.
"It's a conspiracy! It's absolutely a conspiracy!" Bobo rushed to the center of the stage, pointed at Chen You, and cursed loudly, his voice as rough as a burly man picking his toes.
"Why did that human number 10 get a perfect score? Why did we all get 0?! This is blatant racism!"
"Exactly! What's wrong with my borderline dance?!" The centaur uncle angrily swung his tail.
"Chirp chirp chirp! (Refund!)" The slime wriggled wildly.
The eliminated NPC players were all filled with righteous indignation.
They were initially too afraid to speak up backstage, but when they saw that even the city lord Sander had come out to cause trouble, they immediately felt they had a powerful backer and jumped out to denounce Chen You.
"Lord of the City! Please don't listen to his nonsense!" Bobo turned to look at Sander, who was still wiping away tears.
"He's a fraud! He doesn't understand art at all! He predetermined the championship for that number 10, we're all just victims!"
Sand stopped crying, looked at Bobo, then at Chen You, and her already limited brain went blank again.
"Mentor...is what they said true?"
Chen You's eyes instantly turned cold.
These NPCs, they're really asking for it, aren't they?
Okay, let's have some fun then!
He ignored Bobo's accusations and turned around to face the tens of thousands of players below the stage who were still in a daze.
Chen You raised the microphone and took a deep breath.
"Fellow countrymen!"
A furious shout, like a thunderclap, resounded across the square.
All the players were startled, and their eyes turned to look at the scene.
Chen You pointed at Bobo and the others on the stage, sneering repeatedly: "See that? The fox's tail has finally been shown! Capital can't keep up the act anymore!"
"They thought they could just send a few monsters up here to wreak havoc and harvest us like weeds! But they miscalculated!"
Chen You pulled Lin Miao to his side and raised her hand high.
"Because we've chosen a true champion! An ordinary person with no connections, no tycoon backing, who moved us entirely with his singing!"
"Number 10 won the championship, and the investors are getting restless! They're panicking!"